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worthless if the profit and risk don’t add up. They will feel like they are getting a deal from me and we all on some come-up shit. That’s all people wanted: self-satisfaction.
    I had a bad habit of counting my chickens before they hatched. I had plans for those twenty that I got busted with. Even with my dope being in some evidence room with exhibit tape on it waiting just like me to show up in a courtroom, I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t get it back, but you best believe I was gonna make it up.
    Unlike a baby daddy, Cubby didn’t let me down. She had showed Wes everything a pussy could do and if he wanted to pop a pill—Viagra and ecstasy, which was his gig—she would bring females to the bed with them. She was on some “It ain’t no fun if thehomies can’t have none.” She let them take that dick however they wanted it, but that money was only coming to her. She knew he was spoiling her but she kept up the demeanor of that’s what a man was supposed to do. She reported to me everything, even shit that I didn’t want to hear. I pretended to be interested but all I cared about was did he have some work and what was the ticket. During pillow talk, Cubby gives it up for the home team. Go Yummie! After a couple of weeks, he slipped and let the number twenty-two go over the airwaves. That pussy had to be good to make you get that comfortable. WOW!
    Wes wasn’t fooling me, though. He needed me just like I needed him. But I’m sure my need was more urgent. Why else would he be in Tennessee?
    He invited us to go to Miami for his homie’s birthday. Cubby was to round up as many pretty girls as she could. He paid for everybody’s tickets. I jumped on the bandwagon ‘cause not only did he have me on first class, recognizing the bitch that I am, but I was teaming up with Da Bar Spitter to do a track. Da Bar Spitter hangs tight with Wes. I’ve wanted to do a collaboration with him for a long time now. Anything he spit is hot, and me and him together was going to be bananas. I couldn’t wait. I only charge twenty stacks to jump on a track. So do know this trip was going to be beneficial in more ways than one.
    The weekend was filled with so much to do. The first night the party was aboard the Majestic yacht. It was filled with nothing but bosses so I fit right in. It was the boss of the boss’s birthday. Happy birthday to you, too! These men were from all fifty states and everybody was representing their city to the fullest. They all brought women and if their mammy’s pussy still got wet she could come, too! Fuck a birthday, this was a dope man’s convention. I was in the right spot. Now tell me these muthafuckas didn’t have no dope.
    Their clique was so deep they really needed a name for themselves. They was shaking it. This clique definitely couldn’t beoverlooked. I was going to call them Fam from here on, ‘cause after tonight they were my new family.
    The yacht docked and we went to club BED in South Beach. Beds were throughout the club as part of the décor. There was no line for VIP, and as far as they were concerned we all were very important. They even shut down the club to the public. It was just the Fam. Everybody was good and drunk. One of Cubby’s girls kept shifting from one leg to the other. Her pussy could smell money. Sit. Sit. Good girl. She was on some groupie shit, I felt. She was all right. I wouldn’t have her as a showpiece but I damn sure would let her nibble on this pussy to show me what a fan she was to me. I wouldn’t kiss her, though. She talked too much for me and acted like she know everything. A bitch with a bunch of degrees and don’t know what to do with them. Just shut up!
    “I want to make me some money,” Danessa said.
    Cubby motioned for Wes to come our way, and then she leaned and whispered in his ear. He looked at Cubby’s girl and nodded slowly in approval. He walked over to the birthday boy and gave him a heads-up on what’s going on. He